Heavy weather

By the time we emerged from the coffee shop, the early morning sunshine had been crowded out by dark clouds. The air felt oppressive and slightly too warm.

As we began walking towards the facility - about a mile or so away - each of us was wrapped in their own thoughts, going over Kate's plan. Would it work? I honestly didn't know. Did I have a better idea? No.

The idea was, Kate was going to turn up at the front gate, telling them that I'd become violent and unpredictable, and that she'd escaped from me. She'd come back to the organisation - not because she wanted to, but because they were the only ones who could help her. The whole plan relied on them believing this - or at least, believing it enough to check out her story.

She'd give an address where they could find me, which should hopefully buy some time while they checked it out.

Meanwhile, the plan was that I would quirk into the place and get Jen. Kate reckoned I'd have about 15 minutes tops, and that I should start with the containment area; there'd be a computer there with real-time details of where people were being detained. Because it was used by so many different employees, it shouldn't be password-protected.

After getting Jen away, I was to get back in there and get Kate out. The rescue part, if it came off, sounded straightforward. Risky, yes - but complicated, no.

However, rescuing Jen was only part of it for Kate; she wanted to bring down the organisation, by exposing what they were doing.

And that's where the mobile phones came in.



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